Refusing to discard the golden opportunity, she immediately turned to Bartwick and clapped her hands together.
"I need your best salve and clean linen strips."
Bartwick nodded and left them alone to fetch what was required.
She spared him a brief glance before moving across the room to fetch a stool. She dragged the chair across the room and placed it directly in front of him, wincing at the loud and embarrassing noise it made. Then she settled down on it and met his gaze.
"You do realize that you are putting yourself in a compromising situation, do you not?"
She waved his comment off and smiled. "I am only trying to see to your hands. After all," her smile widened, "We have been in much more scandalising situations and yet no scandal has broken out."
He leaned back against his chair. Her eyes immediately darted to the open part of his chest.
"Only because I have a strong sense of self-preservation."
